The amount of trash in the city streets
scattered hysterically along the curbs
held hostage by sewer drains
is considerable
and confusing.
I can’t comprehend the carelessness –
even Neanderthals were tidy enough
to properly dispose of their shit.
Maybe I’m just clinging as the Buddhists say
A plastic bag carries
condoms of forbidden love
flapping from branches
like a championship pennant.
A beer can giving slightly to the breeze
is the stumbling philosopher’s echo
the Styrofoam box his epitaph.
Published by
Everyday Poets
January 31, 2014
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